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Walt Whitman's 



Entered according to act of Congreea, in the year 1865, 
Whitmah, in the Clerk's Office of the United States Distrl 
the Southern District of New York. 


Drum-Tape " 

Shut not your doors tome proud Libraries 8 

Cavalry crossing a ford 8 

Song of Uki Banner at Bay-Break 9 

By the bivouac's fitful flame li; 

1861 17 

From Paumanok starling I fly like a bird 18 

Beginning my studies 18 

The Centenarian's Story 19 

Pioneers 1 O Pioneers I. 25 

Quicksand years that whirl me I know not whither 30 

The Dreaser 31 

When I heard the learn'd Astronomer 3* 

Rise O Days from your fathomless deeps..... 35 

A child's amaze 37 

Beat 1 beatl drums 1 3H 

Gome up from the fields, father 39 

City of ships 41 

Mother and babe 41 

Vigil strange I kept on the field one night 42 

Bathed in war's perfume 43 

A march in the ranks hard-prest, and the road unknown 44 

Long, too long, O land 4-> 

A sight in camp in the day-break grey and dim 4(i 

A farm picture 4G 

Give me the splendid silent sun *" 

Over the carnage rose prophetic a voice 40 

Did you ask dulcet rhymes from me? 50 

Year of meteors 51 

The Torch |> 2 

Years of the unperform'd .■ 53 

Year that trembled and reel'd beneath mo 54 

The Veteran's vision. 55 

O tan-faced Prairie-boy 56 


Damps of green 57 

As toilsome I wander" d Virginia's woods SS 

Hymn of dead soldiers f.9 

The ship CO 

A Broadway pageant CT 

Flag of stars, thick -sprinkled bunting. GO 

Old Ireland 66 

Look down fair moon 66 

Out of the rolling ocean, the crowd t',1 

World, take good notice C7 

T saw old General at bay 08 

Others may praise what they like 68 

Solid, ironical, rolling orb 68 

Hush'd be the camps to-day ,. 69 

Weave in, weave in, my hardy soul 69 

Turn, O Liber tad 70 

Bivouac on a mountain side 70 

Pensive on her dead gazing, I heard the mother of all 71 

Not youth pertains to me irm 72 


i First, O songs, for a prelude, 

Lightly strike on the stretch' d tympanum, pride and joy 
in my city, 

How she led the rest to arms — how she gave the cue, 

How at once with lithe limbs, iinwaiting a moment, she 
sprang ; 

(0 superb ! O Manhattan, my own, my peerless I 

O strongest you in the hour of danger, in crisis ! O 
timer than steel I) 

How you sprang ! how you threw off the costumes of 
peace with indifferent hand; 

How your soft opera-music changed, and the drum and 
fife were heard in their stead ; 

How you led to the war, (that shall serve for our pre- 
lude, songs of soldiers,) 

How Manhattan drum-taps led. 

■i Forty years had I in my city seen soldiers parading ; 
Forty years as a pageant — till unawares, the Lady of 

this teeming and turbulent city, 
Sleepless, amid her ships, her houses, her incalculable 

With her million children around her — suddenly, 
At dead of night, at news from the south, 
Incens'd, struck with clench'd hand the pavement. 

a A shock electric — the night sustain' d it; 
Till with ominous hum, our hive at day-break, pour'd 
out its myriads. 

a* (5) 

(i Drum-Taps. 

* From the houses then, and the workshops, and 

through all the doorways, 
Leapt they tumultuous — and lo ! Manhattan arming. 

s To the drum-taps prompt, 

The young men tailing in and arming ; 

The mechanics arming, (the trowel, the jack-plane, the 

blacksmith's hammer, tost aside with precipi- 
tation ; ) 
The lawyer leaving his office, and arming — the judge 

leaving the court ; 
The driver deserting his wagon in the street, jumping 

down, throwing the reins abruptly down on the 

horses' backs ; 
The salesman leaving the store — the boss, book-keeper, 

porter, all leaving ; 
Squads gathering everywhere by common consent, and 

arming ; 
The new recruits, even boys — the old men show them 

how to wear their accoutrements — they buckle 

the straps carefully ; 
Outdoors arming — indoors arming — the flash of the 

musket-barrels ; 
The white tents cluster in camps — the arm'd sentries 

around — the sunrise camion, and again at sunset ; 
Arm'd regiments arrive every day, pass through the 

city, and embark from the wharves ; 
(How good they look, as they tramp down to the river, 

sweaty, with their guns on their shoulders! 
How I love them! how I could hug them, with their 

brown faces, and their clothes and knapsacks cov- 

er'd with dust!) 
The blood of the city up — arm'd ! arm'd ! the cry 

everywhere ; 
The flags flung out from the steeples of churches, and 

from all the public buildings and stores; 
The tearful parting — the mother kisses her son — the 

son kisses his mother ; 
(Loth is the mother to part — yet not a word does she 

speak to detain him;) 

Drum-Taps. " 

The tumultuous escort — the ranks of policemen preced- 
ing, clearing the way ; 

The unpent enthusiasm — the wild cheers of the crowd 
for their favorites; 

The artillery — the silent cannons, bright as gold, drawn 
along, rumble lightly over the stones; 

(Silent cannons — soon to cease your silence! 

Soon, unlimber'd, to begin the red business;) 

All the mutter of preparation — all the determin'd 

The hospital service — the lint, bandages, and medi- 
cines ; 

The women volunteering for nurses — the work begun 
for, in earnest — no mere parade now; 

War! an arm'd race is advancing !— the welcome for 
battle — no turning away ; 

"War! be it weeks, months, or years — an arm'd race is 
advancing to welcome it. 

« Mannahatta a-march ! — and it's O to sing it well ! 
It's O for a manly life in the camp ! 

t And the sturdy artillery ! 

The guns, bright as gold — the work for giants — to 

serve well the guns : 
Unlimber them ! no more, as the past forty years, for 

salutes for courtesies merely ; 
Put in something else now besides powder and wadding. 

h And you, Lady of Ships! you Mannahatta! 

Old matron of the city! this proud, friendly, turbulent 

city ! 
Often in peace and wealth you were pensive, or covertly 

frown'd amid all your children ; 
But now you smile with joy, exulting old Mannahatta! 


Shut not your Doors to me 
proud Libraries. 

Smut not your doors to me, proud libraries, 

For that which was lacking among you all, yet needed 
most, I bring ; 

A book I have made for your dear sake, soldiers, 

And for you, O soul of man, and you, love of comrades ; 

The words of my book nothing, the life of it every- 
thing ; 

A book separate, not link'd with the rest, nor felt by 
the intellect ; 

But you will feel every word, () Libertad ! arm'd 
Libertad ! 

It shall pass by the intellect to swim the sea, the air, 

With joy with you, O soul of man. 

Cavalry Crossing a Ford. 

A line in long array, where they wind betwixt green 

islands ; 
They take a serpentine course — ■ their arms flash in the 

sun — Hark to the musical clank ; 
Behold the silvery river — in it the splashing horses, 

loitering, stop to drink ; 
Behold the brown-faced men — each group, each person, 

a picture — the negligent rest on the saddles ; 
Some emerge on the opposite bank — others are just 

entering the ford ; 
The guidon flags flutter gaily in the wind. 



The Banner at Day-Break. 


i O a new song, a free song, 

Flapping, flapping, flapping, flapping, by sounds, by 

voices clearer, 
By the wind's voice and that of the drum, 
By the bannei-'s voice, and child's voice, and sea's voice, 

and father's voice, 
Low on the ground and high in the air, 
On the ground where father and child stand, 
In the upward air where their eyes turn, 
Where the banner at day-break is flapping. 

2 Words ! book -words ' what are you ? 

Words no more, for hearken and see, 

My song is there in the open air — and I must sing, 

With the banner and pennant a-flapping. 

;i I'll weave the chord and twine in, 

Man's desire and babe's desire — I'll twine them in, I'll 

put in life ; 
I'll put the bayonet's flashing point — I'll let bullets and 

slugs whizz ; 
I'll pour the verse with streams of blood, full of volition, 

full of joy ; 
Then loosen, launch forth, to go and compete, 
With the banner and pennant a-flapping. 


11 Drum-Taps. 

Banner and Pennant. 
* Come up here, bard, bard ; 
Come up here, soul, soul ; 
Come up here, dear little child, 

To fly in the clouds and winds with us, and play with 
the measureless light. 


s Father, what is that in the sky beckoning to me with 

long finger? 
And what does it say to me all the while ? 


« Nothing, my babe, you see in the sky ; 

And nothing at all to you it says. But look you, my 

Look at these dazzling things in the houses, and see you 

the money-shops opening ; 
And see you the vehicles preparing to crawl along the 

streets with goods : 
These ! ah, these ! how valued and toil'd for, these ! 
How envied by all the earth ! 

i Fresh and rosy red, the sun is mounting high ; 
On floats the sea in distant blue, careering through its 

channels ; 
On floats the wind over the breast of the sea, setting in 

toward land j 
The great steady wind from west and west-by-south, 
Floating so buoyant, with milk-white foam on the waters. 

s But I am not the sea, nor (he red sun ; 
I am not the wind, with girlish laughter ; 
Not the immense wind which strengthens — not the 

wind which lashes ; 
Not the spirit that ever lashes its own body to terror and 

death : 

Banner at Day-Break. 11 

But I am of that which unseen comes and sings, sings, 

Which babbles in brooks and scoots in showers on the 

land ; 
Which the birds know in the woods, mornings and 

And the shore-sands know, and the hissing wave, and 

that banner and pennant, 
Aloft there napping and flapping. 

9 O father, it is alive — it is full of people — it has 
children ! 

now it seems to me it is talking to its children ! 

1 hear it — it talks to me — O it is -wonderful '. 

O it stretches — it spreads and runs so fasti O my 

It is so broad, it covers the whole sky ! 


io Cease, cease, my foolish babe, 

What you are wiving is sorrowful tome — much it dis- 
pleases me ; 

Behold with the rest, again I say — behold not banners 
and pennants aloft : 

But the well-prepared pavements behold — and mark 
the solid- wall' d bouses. 

Banner and Pennant. 

ii Speak to the child, O bard, out of Manhattan: 

Speak to our children all, or north or south of Manhat- 

Where our factory-engines hum, where our miners 
delve the ground, 

Where our hoarse Niagara rumbles, where our prairie- 
plows are plowing ; 

Speak, O bard! point this day, leaving all the rest, to 
us over all — and yet we know not why ; 

For what are we, mere strips of cloth, profiting nothing, 

Only flapping in the wind ? 



" I hear and see not strips of cloth alone ; 

I hear the tramp of armies, I hear the challenging 

sentry ; 
I hear the jubilant shouts of millions of men — I hear 

Liberty ! 
I hear the drums beat, and the trumpets blowing ; 
I myself move abroad, swift-rising, flying then ; 
I use the wings of the land-bird, and use the wings of 

the sea-bird, and look down as from a height ; 
I do not deny the precious results of peace — I see pop- 
ulous cities, with wealth incalculable ; 
I see numberless farms — I see the farmers working in 

their fields or barns ; 
I see mechanics working — I see buildings everywhere 

founded, going up, or finish'd ; 
I see trains of cars swiftly speeding along railroad 

tracks, drawn by the locomotives ; 
I see the stores, depots, of Boston, Baltimore, Charles- 
ton, New Orleans ; 
I see far in the west the immense area of grain — I 

dwell awhile, hovering ; 
I pass to the lumber forests of the north, and again 
to the southern plantation, and again to Cali- 
fornia ; 
Sweeping the whole, I see the countless profit, the 

busy gatherings, earned wages ; 
See the identity formed out of thirty-six spacious and 

haughty States, (and many more to come ;) 
See forts on the shores of harbors — see ships sailing in 

and out ; 
Then over all, (aye ! aye !) my little and lengthen'd pen- 
nant shaped like a sword, 
Runs swiftly up, indicating war and defiance — And now 

the halyards have rais'd it, 
Side of my banner broad and blue — side of my starry 

Discarding peace over all the sea and land. 

Banner at Day-Break. 18 

Banner and Pennant. 

13 Yet louder, higher, stronger, bard! yet farther, 

wider cleave ! 
No longer let our children deem us riches and peace 

alone ; 
We can be terror and carnage also, and are so now ; 
Not now are we one of these spacious and naughty 

States, (nor any five, nor ten ;) 
Nor market nor depot arc we, nor money-bank in the 

city ; 
But these, and all, and the brown and spreading land, 

and the mines below, are ours ; 
And the shores of the sea are ours, and the rivers great 

and small ; 
And the fields they moisten are ours, and the crops and 

the fruits are ours ; 
Bays and channels, and ships sailing in and out, are ours 

— and we over all, 
Over the area spread below, the three millions of square 

miles — the capitals, 
The thirty -five millions of people — bard! in life and 

death supreme, 
We, even we, from this day flaunt out masterful, high 

up above, 
Not for the present alone, for a thousand years, chant- 
ing through you, 
This song to the soul of one poor little child. 


it O my father, I like not the houses ; 

They will never to me be anything — nor do I like 

money ; 
But to mount up there I would like, O father dear- • 

that banner I like ; 
That jjennant I would be, and must be. 


15 Child of mine, you fill me with anguish ; 
To be that pennant would be too fearful ; 

i I Drum-Taps. 

Little you know what it is this day, and henceforth 

forever ; 
It is to gain nothing, but risk and defy everything ; 
Forward to stand in front of wars — and O, such wars ! 

— what have you to do with them ? 
With passions of demons, slaughter, premature death? 


is Demons and death then I sing ; 

Put in all, aye all, will I — sword-shaped pennant for 

war, and banner so broad and blue, 
And a pleasure new and extatic, and the prattled yearn- 
ing of children. 
Blent with the sounds of the peaceful land, and the 

liquid wash of the sea ; 
And the icy cool of the far, far north, with rustling 

cedars and pines ; 
And the whirr of drums, and the sound of soldiers 

marching, and the hot sun shining south ; 
And the beach-waves combing over the beach on my 

eastern shore, and my western shore the same ; 
And all between those shores, and my ever running 

Mississippi, with bends and chutes; 
And my Illinois fields, and my Kansas fields, and my 

fields of Missouri ; 
The Continent — devoting the whole identity, without 

reserving an atom, 
Pour in! whelm that which asks, which sings, with all, 

and the yield of all. 

Banner and Pennant. 

" Aye all ! for ever, for all ! 
From sea to sea, north and south, east and west, 
Fusing and holding, claiming, devouring the whole; 
No more with tender lip, nor musical labial sound, 
But, out of the night emerging for good, our voice per- 
suasive no more, 
Croaking like crows here in the wind. 

Banner at Day-Break. 15 


u My limbs, my veins dilate ; 

The blood of the world has fill'd me full — my theme is 
clear ;it last : 

— Banner so broad, advancing out of the night, I sing 

yon haughty and resolute; 

I burst through where I waited long, too long, deafen'd 
and blinded ; 

My sight, my hearing and tongue, are come to me, (a 
little child taught me ;) 

I hear from above, O pennant of war, your ironical call 
and demand ; 

Insensate ' insensate ! (yet I at any rate chant you,) O 
banner ! 

Not houses of peace are you, nor any nor all their pros- 
perity, (if need be, you shall have every one of 
those houses to destroy them ; 

You thought not to destroy those valuable houses, stand- 
ing fast, full of comfort, built with money ; 

May they stand fast, then % Not an hour, unless you, 
above them and all, stand fast ;) 

— O banner ! not money so precious are you, nor firm 

produce you, nor the material good nutriment, 
Nor excellent stores, nor landed on wharves from the 

ships ; 
Not the superb ships, with sail-power or steam-power, 

fetching and carrying cargoes, 
Nor machinery, vehicles, trade, nor revenues, — But 

you, as henceforth I see you. 
Running up out of the night, bringing your cluster of 

stars, (ever-enlarging stars;) 
Divider of day-break yon, cutting the air, touch'd by 

the sun, measuring the sky, 
(Passionately seen and yearn'd for by one poor little 

While others remain busy, or smartly talking, forever 

teaching thrift, thrift;) 
O you up there ! O pennant 1 where you undulate like 

a snake, hissing so curious, 

16 Drum-Taps. 

Out of reach — an idea only — yet furiously fought for, 

risking bloody death — loved by me ! 
So loved ! O you banner leading the day, with stars 

brought from the night ! 
Valueless, object of eyes, over all and demanding all — 

O banner and pennant ! 
I too leave the rest — great as it is, it is nothing — 

houses, machines are nothing — I see them not; 
I see but you, O warlike pennant ! O banner so broad, 

with stripes, I sing you only, 
Flapping up there in the wind. 

By the Bivouac's fitful flame. 

By the bivouac's fitful flame, 

A procession winding around me, solemn and sweet and 

slow ; — but first I note, 
The tents of the sleeping army, the fields' and woods' 

dim outline, 
The darkness, lit by spots of kindled fire — the silence ; 
Like a phantom far or near an occasional figure moving ; 
The shrubs and trees, (as I left my eyes they seem to be 

stealthily watching me ;) 
While wind in procession thoughts, O tender and 

wond'rous thoughts, 
Of life and death — of home and the past and loved, 

and of those that are far away ; 
A solemn and slow procession there as I sit on the 

By the bivouac's fitful flame. 



Abm'd year! year of the struggle! 

No dainty rhymes or sentimental love verses for you, 

terrible year ! 
Not you as some pale poetling, seated at a desk, lisp- 
ing cadenzas piano ; 
But as a strong man, erect, clothed in blue clothes, 

advancing, carrying a rifle on your shoulder, 
"With well-gristlcd body and sunburnt face and hands — 

with a knife in the belt at your side, 
As I heard you shouting loud — your sonorous voice 

ringing across the continent; 
Your masculine voice, O year, as rising amid the great 

Amid the men of Manhattan I saw you, as one of the 

workmen, the dwellers in Manhattan: 
Or with large steps crossing the prairies out of Illinois 

and Indiana, 
Rapidly crossing the West with springy gait, and de- 
scending the Alleghanies ; 
Or down from the great lakes, or in Pennsylvania, or on 

deck along the Ohio river ; 
Or southward along the Tennessee or Cumberland rivers, 

or at Chattanooga on the mountain top, 
Saw I your gait and saw I your sinewy limbs, clothed 

in blue, bearing weapons, robust year; 
Heard your determin'd voice, launch'd forth again and 

again ; 
Year that suddenly sang by the mouths of the round 

lipp'd cannon, 
I repeat you, hurrying, crashing, sad, distracted year. 

I ^ Deum-Taps. 

From Paumanok starting I fly 


From Paumanok starting, I ny like a bird, 
Around and around to soar, to sing the idea of all : 
To the north betaking myself, to sing there arctic songs, 
To Kanada, 'till I absorb Kanada in myself — to Michi- 
gan then, 
To Wisconsin, Iowa, Minnesota, to sing their songs, 

(they are inimitable ;) 
Then to Ohio and Indiana to sing theirs — to Missouri 

and Kansas and Arkansas to sing theirs, 
To Tennessee and Kentucky — to the Carolinas and 

Georgia, to sing theirs, 
To Texas, and so along up toward California, to roam 

accepted everywhere ; 
To sing first, (to the tap of the war-drum, if need be,) 
The idea of all — of the western world, one and insep- 
And then the song of each member of These States. 

Beginning my studies. 

Beginning my studies, the first step pleas' d me so much, 
The mere fact, consciousness — these forms — the pow- 
er of motion, 
The least insect or animal — the senses — eyesight; 
The first step, I say, aw'd me and pleas'd me so much, 
I have never gone, and never wish'd to go, any farther, 
But stop and loiter all my life, to sing it in extatic songs. 



Volunteer of 1801, 

(At Washington Park, Brooklyn, assisting tho Centenarian,) 

i Give me your hand, old Revolutionary ; 

The hill-top is nigh — but a few steps, (make room, 

Up the path you have follow'd me well, spite of your 

hundred and extra years ; 
You can walk, old man, though your eyes are almost 

Your faculties serve you, and presently I must have 

them serve me. 

2 Rest, while I tell what the crowd around us means; 
On the plain below, recruits are drilling and exercising ; 
There is the camp — one regiment departs to morrow ; 
Do you hear the officers giving the orders % 
Do you hear the clank of the muskets'? 

s Why, what comes over you now, old man ? 

"Why do you tremble, and clutch my hand so convul- 
sively ? 

The troops are but drilling — they are yet surrounded 
with smiles ; 

Around them at hand, the well drest friends and the 
women ; 

While splendid and warm the afternoon sun shines 
down ; 


20 Drum-Tata 

Green the midsummer verdure, and fresh blows the dal- 
lying breeze, 

O'er proud and peaceful cities, and arm of the sea be- 

* But drill and parade are over — they march back to 
quarters ; 

Only hear that approval of hands ! hear what a clap- 

s As wending, the crowds now part and disperse — but 

we, old man, 
Xot for nothing have I brought you hither — we must 

remain ; 
You to speak in your turn, and I to listen and tell. 


fi When I clutch' d your hand, it was not with terror; 
But suddenly, pouring about me here, on every side, 
And below there where the boys were drilling, and up 

the slopes they ran, ' 
And where tents are pitch' d, and wherever you see, 

south and south-east and south-west, 
Over hills, across lowlands, and in the skirts of woods, 
And along the shores, in mire (now fill'd over,) came 

again, and suddenly raged, 
As eighty-five years a-gone, no mere parade receiv'd 

with applause of friends, 
But a battle, which I took part in myself — aye, long ago 

as it is, I took part in it, 
Walking then this hill-top, this same ground. 

■> Aye, this is the ground ; 

My blind eyes, even as I speak, behold it re-peopled 
from graves : 

The years recede, pavements and stately houses disap- 
pear : 

The Centenakian-'s Stokjt. 21 

Rude forts appear again, the old hoop'd guns are 

mounted ; 
I see the lines of rais'd earth stretching from river to 

I mark the vista of waters, I mark the uplands and 

slopes : 
Here we lay encamp' d — it was this time in summer also. 

3 As I talk, I remember all — I remember the Declara- 

It was read here — the whole army paraded — it was 
read to us here ; 

By his staff surrounded, the general stood in the mid- 
dle — -he held up his unsheath'd sword, 

It glitter' d in the sun in full sight of the army. 

9 'Twas a bold act then ; 

The English war ships had just arrived — the king had 

sent them from over the sea ; 
AVe could watch down the lower bay where they lay at 

And the transports, swarming with soldiers. 

io A few days more, and they landed — and then the 

u Twenty thousand were brought against us, 
A veteran force, furnish'd with good artillery. 

12 I tell not now the whole of the battle ; 

But one brigade, early in the forenoon, order'd forward 

to engage the red-coats ; 
Of that brigade I tell, and how steadily it march'd, 
And how long and how well it stood, confronting death. 

13 Who do you think that was, marching steadily, stern- 

ly confronting death? 
It was the brigade of the youngest men, two thousand 

22 Drum-Taps. 

Rais'd in Virginia and Maryland, and many of them 
known personally to the General. 

m Jauntily forward they went with quick step toward 

Gowanus' waters ; 
Till of a .sudden, unlook'd for, by defiles through the 

woods, gain'd at night, 
The British advancing, wedging in from the east, 

fiercely playing their guns, 
That brigade of the youngest was cut off, and at the 

enemy's mercy. 

15 The General watch'd them from this hill ; 

They made repeated desperate attempts to burst their 

environment ; 
Then drew close together, very compact, their flag 

flying in the middle ; 
But O from the hills how the cannon were thinning and 

thinning them ! 

is It sickens me yet, that slaughter ! 

I saw the moisture gather in drops on the face of the 

General ; 
I saw how he wrung his hands in anguish. 

« Meanwhile the British maneuvered to draw us out 
for a pitch'd battle ; 

But we dared not trust the chances of a pitch'd battle. 

is We fought the fight in detachments ; 

Sallying forth, we fought at several points — but in each 

the luck was against us ; 
Our foe advancing, steadily getting the best of it, push'd 

us back to the works on this hill ; 
Till we turn'd menacing, here, and then lie left us. 

19 That was the going out of the brigade of the young- 
est men, two thousand strong ; 
Few return' d — nearly all remain in Brooklyn. 

The Centenarian's Stoet. 23 

so That, and here, my General's first battle ; 

No women looking on, nor sunshine to bask in — it 

did not conclude with applause ; 
Nobody clapp'd hands here then. 

*i But in darkness, in mist, on the ground, under a 

chill rain, 
Wearied that night we lay, foil'd and sullen ; 
While scornfully laugb'd many an arrogant lord, off 

against us encamp'd, 
Quite within hearing, feasting, klhiking wine-glasses 

together over their victory. 

2a So, dull and damp and another day ; 
But the night of that, mist lifting, rain ceasing, 
Silent as a ghost, while they thought they were sure of 
him, my General retreated. 

^ I saw him at the river-side, 

Down by the ferry, lit by torches, hastening the embar- 

cation ; 
My General waited till the soldiers and wounded were 

all pass'd over; 
And then, (it was just ere sunrise,) these eyes rested on 

him for the last time. 

si Every one else seem'd ffll'd with gloom ; 
Many no doubt thought of capitulation. 

« But when my General pass'd me, 

As he stood in his boat, and look'd toward the coming 

I saw something different from capitulation. 


se Enough — the Centenarian's story ends ; 
The two, the past and present, have interchanged ; 
I myself, as connecter, as chansonnier of a great future, 
am now speaking, 

24 Dkum-Taps. 

*t And is this the ground Washington trod ? 

And these waters I listlessly daily cross, are these the 

waters lie cross'd, 
As resolute in defeat, as other generals in their proudest 

triumphs 'l 

w It is well — a lesson like that, always comes good ; 

I must copy the story, and send it eastward and west- 
ward ; 

I must preserve that look, as it beam'd on you, rivers of 

39 See ! as the annual round returns, the phantoms 

return ; 
It is the 27th of August, and the British have landed ; 
The battle begins, and goes against us — behold! through 

the smoke Washington's face ; 
The brigade of Virginia and Maryland have march'd 

forth to intercept the enemy ; 
They are cut off — murderous artillery from the hills 

plays upon them ; 
Rank after rank falls, while over them silently droops 

the flag, 
Baptized that day in many a young man's bloody 

In death, defeat, and sisters', mothers' tears. 

so Ah, hills and slopes of Brooklyn ! I perceive you 
are more valuable than your owners supposed ; 

All, river ! henceforth you will be illumin'd to me at 
sunrise with something besides the sun. 

si Encampments new ! in the midst of you stands au 

encampment very old ; 
Stands forever the camp of the dead brigade. 



Come, my tan-faced children, 
Follow well in order, get your weapons ready; 
Have you your pistols? have you your sharp edged 
axes % 

Pioneers I O pioneers ! 

For we cannot tarry here, 
We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of 

We, the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend, 
Pioneers ! O pioneers ! 

O you youths, western youths, 
So impatient, full of action, full of manly pride and 

Plain I see you, western youths, see you tramping with 
the foremost, 
Pioneers ! O pioneers ! 

Have the elder races halted 1 
Do they droop and end their lesson, weaned, over there 

beyond the seas 1 
We take up the task eternal, and the burden, and the 

Pioneers ! O pioneers ! 


All the past we leave behind ; 
We debouch upon a newer, mightier world, varied 

world ; 
Fresh and strong the world we seize, world of labor and 
the march, 

Pioneers! O pioneers! 

AVe detachments steady throwing, 
Down the edges, through the passes, up the mountains 

Conquering, holding, daring, venturing, as we go, the 
unknown ways, 

Pioneers ! O pioneers ! 

We primeval forests felling, 
We the rivers stemming, vexing we, and piercing deep 

the mines within ; 
We the surface broad surveying, and the virgin soil up- 

Pioneers J O pioneers ! 


Colorado men are we, 
From the peaks gigantic, from the great sierras and the 

high plateaus, 
From the mine and from the gully, from the hunting 
trail we come, 

Pioneers ! O pioneers ! 


From Nebraska, from Arkansas, 
Central inland race are we, from Missouri, with the con- 
tinental blood intervein'd; 
All the hands of comrades clasping, all the Southern, all 
the Northern, 

Pioneers ! O pioneers ! 

Pioneers ! O Pioneers ! 27 

O resistless, restless race ! 
O beloved race in all ! O my breast aches with tender 

love for all ! 
O I mourn and yet exult — I am rapt with love for all, 
Pioneers ! O pioneers ! 

Raise the mighty mother mistress, 
Waving high the delicate mistress, over all the starry 

mistress, (bend your heads all,) 
Raise the fang'd and warlike mistress, stern, impassive, 
weapon' d mistress, 

Pioneers ! O pioneers ! 

See, my children, resolute children. 
By those swarms upon our rear, we must never yield or 

Ages back in ghostly millions, frowning there behind us 

Pioneers ! O pioneers ! 

On and on, the compact ranks, 
With accessions ever waiting, with the places of the 

dead quickly fill'd, 
Through the battle, through defeat, moving yet and 
never stopping, 

Pioneers ! O pioneers ! 

O to die advancing on ! 
Are there some of us to droop and die? has the hour 

come ? 
Then upon the march we fittest die, soon and sure the 
gap is fill'd, 
Pioneers! O pioneers! 


All the pulses of the world, 
Falling in, they beat for us, with the western movement 

Holding single or together, steady moving, to the front, 
all for us, 
Pioneers ! O pioneers ! 

Life's involv'd and varied pageants, 
All the forms and shows, all the workmen at their 

All the seamen and the landsmen, all the masters with 
their slaves, 

Pioneers [ pioneers I 

All the hapless silent lovers, 
All the prisoners in the prisons, all the righteous and 

the wicked, 
All the joyous, all the sorrowing, all the living, all the 

Pioneers ! O pioneers ! 

I too with my soul and body, 
"We, a curious trio, pit-king, wandering on our way, 
Through these shores, amid the shadows, with the 
apparitions pressing, 
Pioneers ! O pioneers ! 

Lo ! the darting bowling orb I 
Lo ! the brother orbs around ! all the clustering suns and 

planets ; 
All the dazzling days, all the mystic nights with dreams, 
Pioneers I O pioneers ! 

Pioneers! Pioneers! 20 

These are of us, they are with us, 
All tor primal needed work, while the followers there in 

embryo wait behind, 
We to-day's procession heading, we the route for travel 

Pioneers ! O pioneers ! 

O you daughters of the west ! 
O you young and elder daughters ! O you mothers and 

you wives ! 
Never must you be divided, in our ranks you move 

Pioneers ! O pioneers ! 

Minstrels latent on the prairies ! 
(Shrouded bards of other lands I you may sleep — you 

have done your work ;) 
Soon I hear you coming warbling, soon you rise and 
tramp amid us, 

Pioneers ! O pioneers ! 

Not for delectations sweet ; 
Not the cushion and the slipper, not the peaceful and 

the studious ; 
Not the riches sate and palling, not for us the tame en- 

Pioneers I O pioneers ! 


Do the feasters gluttonous feast ? 
Do the corpulent sleepers sleep l \ have they Iock'd and 

bolted doors ? 
Still be ours the diet hard, and the blanket on the 

Pioneers ! O pioneers ! 


Has the night descended ? 
Was the road of late so toilsome'? did we stop discour- 
aged, nodding on our way % 
Yet a passing hour I yield yon, in your tracks to pause 
Pioneers ! O pioneers ! 

Till with sound of trumpet, 
Far, far off the day-break call — hark ! how loud and 

clear I hear it wind ; 
Swift! to the head of the army! — swift! spring to 
your places, 

Pioneers ! O pioneers ! 

Quicksand years that whirl me 
i know not whither. 

Quicksand years that whirl me I know not whither, 

lour schemes, politics, tail — lines give way — substan- 
ces mock and elude me ; 

Only the theme I sing, the great and strong-possess' d 
soul, eludes not ; 

One's-self, must never give way — that is the final sub- 
stance — that out of all is sure ; 

Out of politics, triumphs, battles, (loath — what at last 
finally remains '1 

When shows break up, what but One's-Self is sure? 


i An old man bending, I come, among new faces, 
Years looking backward, resuming, in answer to chil- 
Come tell us old man, as from young men and maidens 

that love me ; 
Years hence of these scenes, of these furious passions, 

these chances, 
Of unsurpass'd heroes, (was one side so brave? the 

other was equally brave ;) 
Now be witness again — paint the mightiest armies of 

earth ; 
Of those armies so rapid, so wondrous, what saw you to 

tell us : > 
What stays with you latest and deepest? of curious 

Of hard-fought engagements, or sieges tremendous. 

what deepest remains 1 

2 O maidens and young men I love, and that love me, 

What you ask of my days, those the strangest and sud- 
den your talking recals : 

Soldier alert I arrive, after a long march, cover'd with 
sweat and dust ; 

In the nick of time I come, plunge in the fight, loudly 
shout in the rush of successful charge ; 

Enter the captur'd works .... yet lo! like a swift- 
running river, they fade ; 

Pass and are gone, they fade — I dwell not on soldiers' 
perils or soldiers' joys ; 

(Both I remember well — many the hardships, few the 
joys, yet I was content.) 


32 Drum-Taps. 

s But in silence, in dream's projections, 

While the world of gain and appearance and mirth goes 

So soon what is over forgotten, and waves wash the 

imprints off the sand, 
In nature's reverie sad, with hinged knees returning, I 

enter the doors — (while for you up there, 
Whoever you are, follow me without noise, and be of 

strong heart.) 

* Bearing the bandages, water and sponge, 

Straight and swiff to my wounded I go, 

Where they lie on the ground, after the battle brought 

in ; 
Where their priceless blood reddens the grass, the 

ground ; 
Or to the rows of the hospital tent, or under the roof d 

hospital ; 
To the long rows of cots, up and down, each side, I 

return ; 
To each and all, one after another, I draw near — not 

one do I miss ; 
An attendant follows, holding a tray — he carries a 

refuse pail, 
Soon to be fill'd with clotted rags and blood, emptied, 

and fill'd again. 

5 I onward go, I stop, 

With hinged knees and. steady hand, to dress wounds; 

I am firm with each — the pangs are sharp, yet unavoid- 

One turns to me his appealing eyes — (poor boy! I 
never knew you, 

Yet I think I could not refuse this moment to die for 
you, if that would save you.) 

<; On, on I go — (open, doors of time ! open, hospital 

doors '.) 

The Dkesser. 33 

The crashM head I dress, (poor crazed hand, tear not the 

bandage away;) 
The neck of the cavalry-man, with the bullet through 

and through, I examine ; 
Hard the breathing rattles, quite glazed already the eye, 

yet life struggles hard ; 
(Come, sweet death ! be persuaded, O beautiful death ! 
In mercy come quickly.) 

i From the stump of the arm, the amputated hand, 

I undo the clotted lint, remove the slough, wash off the 

matter and blood ; 
Back on his pillow the soldier bends, with curv'd neck, 

and side-falling head ; 
His eyes are closed, his face is pale, he dares not look on 

the bloody stump, 
And has not yet looked on it. 

s I dress a wound in the side, deep, deep ; 

But a day or two more — for see, the frame all wasted 

and sinking, 
And the yellow-blue countenance see. 

9 I dress the perforated shoulder, the foot with the bul- 
let wound, 

Cleanse the one with a gnawing and putrid gangrene, so 
sickening, so offensive, 

While the attendant stands behind aside me, holding 
the taay and pail. 

i« I am faithful, I do not give out; 

The fractur'd thigh, the knee, the wound in the abdo- 

These and more I dress with impassive hand — (yet 
deep in my breast a fire, a burning flame.) 

u Thus in silence, in dream's projections, 
Returning, resuming, I thread my way through the hos- 
pitals j 

34 Drum-Taps 

The hurt and the wounded I pacify with soothing hand, 
I sit by the restless all the dark night — some are so 

young ; 
Some suffer so much — I recall the experience sweet 

and sad ; 
(Many a soldier's loving arms about this neck have 

cross' d and rested, 
Many a soldier's kiss dwells on these bearded lips.) 

When I heard the learn'd 

When I heard the learn'd astronomer ; 

When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns 

before me ; 
When I was shown the charts and the diagrams, to add, 

divide, and measure them ; 
When I, sitting, heard the astronomer, where he 

lectured with much applause in the lecture-room, 
How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and sick ; 
Till rising and gliding out, I wander' d off by myself, 
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time, 
Look'd up in perfect silence at the stars. 

Rise O Days from your fath- 
omless Deeps. 


Rise, O days, from your fathomless deeps, till you loftier 

and fiercer sweep ! 
Long for my soul, hungering gymnastic, I devour'd 

what the earth gave me : 
Long I roam'd the woods of the north — long I watch'd 

Niagara pouring : 
T travel' d the prairies over, and slept on their breast — I 

cross'd the Nevadas, I cross 1 d the plateaus; 
I ascended the towering rocks along the Pacific, I sail'd 

out to sea ; 
I sail'd through the storm, I was refresh 1 d by the storm; 
T watch'd with joy the threatening maws of the waves ; 
I raark'd the white combs where they career'd so high, 

curling over; 
I heard the wind piping, I saw the black clouds; 
Saw from below what arose and mounted, (O superb! O 

wild as my heart, and powerful !) 
Heard the continuous thunder, as it bellow'd after the 

lightning : 
Noted the slender and jagged threads of lightning, as 

sudden and fast amid the din they chased each 

other across the sky ; 
— These, and such as these, I, elate, saw — saw with 

wonder, yet pensive and masterful ; 
All the menacing might of the globe uprisen around me ; 
Yet there with my soul I fed — I fed content, super- 




'Twas well, O soul ! 'twas a good preparation you gave 

Now we advance our latent and ampler hunger to fill ; 
Now we go forth to receive what the earth" and the sea 

never gave us ; 
Not through the mighty woods we go, but through the 

mightier cities ; 
Something tor us is pouring now, more than Niagara 

pouring ; 
Torrents of men, (sources and rills of the Northwest, are 

you indeed inexhaustible ?) 
What, to pavements and homesteads here —what were 

those storms of the mountains and sea ? 
What, to passions I witness around me to-day ? Was 

the sea risen? 
Was the wind piping the pipe of death under the black 

clouds ? 
Lo! from deeps more unfathomable, something more 

deadly and savage ; 
Manhattan, rising, advancing with menacing front — 

Cincinnati, Chicago, unchain'd ; 
—What was that swell I saw on the ocean? behold 

what comes here ! 
How it climbs with daring feet and hands ! how it 

dashes ! 
How the true thunder bellows after the lightning ! how 

bright the flashes of lightning ! 
How Dkmockacy, with desperate vengeful port strides 
on, shown through the dark by those flashes of 
lightning ! 
(Yet a mournful wail and low sob I fancied I heard 

through the dark, 
In a lull of the deafening confusion.) 

Thunder on! stride on Democracy! strike with vengeful 

stroke ! 
And do you rise higher than ever yet, O days, cities ! 

Rise, O Days ! 37 

Crash heavier, heavier yet, O storms! you have done 
me good ; 

My soul, prepared in the mountains, absorbs your im- 
mortal strong nutriment ; 

Long had I walk'd my cities, my country roads, through 
farms, only half satisfied ; 

One doubt, nauseous, undulating like a snake, crawl'd 
on the ground before me, 

Continually preceding my steps, turning upon me oft, 
ironically hissing low ; 

— The cities I loved so well, I abandon' d and left — I 

sped to the certainties suitable to me ; 
Hungering, hungering, hungering, for primal energies, 

and Nature's daunt lessness, 
I refresh'd myself with it only, I could relish it only ; 
I waited the bursting forth of the pent fire. — on the 

water and air I waited long; 

— But now I no longer wait — I am fully satisfied — I 

am glutted ; 

I have witness'd the true lightning — I have witness'd 
my cities electric; 

I have lived to behold man burst forth, and warlike 
America rise ; 

Hence I will seek no more the food of the northern soli- 
tary wilds, 

No more on the mountains roam, or sail the stormy sea. 

A child's AMAZE. 

Silent and amazed, even when a little boy, 

I remember I heard the preacher every Sunday put God 

in his statements, 
As contending against some being or influence. 


Beat ! Beat ! Dp 

Beat ! beat ! drums ! — Blow ! bugles ! blow ! 
Through the windows — through doors — burst like a 

force of ruthless men, 
Into the solemn church, and scatter the congregation; 
Into the school where the scholar is studying : 
Leave not the bridegroom quiet — no happiness must 

he have now with his bride ; 
Nor the peaceful farmer any peace, plowing bis held or 

gathering his grain ; 
So fierce you whirr and pound, you drums — so shrill 

you bugles blow. 

Beat! beat! drams ! — Blow! bugles! blow! 
Over the traffic of cities — over the rumble of wheels in 

(lie streets : 
Are beds prepared for sleepers at night in the houses ? 

No sleepers must sleep in those beds ; 
No bargainers 1 bargains by day — no brokers or specu- 
lators— "Would they continue? 
Would the talkers be talking > would the singer attempt 

to sing 1 
Would the lawyer rise in the court to state his case 

before the judge ? 
Then rattle quicker, heavier drums — you bugles wilder 


Beat! beat! drums!. — Blow! bugles! blow! 

Make no parley — stop for no expostulation ; 

Mind not the timid — mind not the weeper or prayer ; 

Mind not the old man beseeching the young man ; 

"Let not the child's voice be heard, nor the mother's en- 
treaties ; 

Make even the trestles to shake the dead, where they lie 
awaiting the hearses. 

So strong you thump. O terrible drums — so loud 
you bugles blow. 

Come up from the fields 


i Come up from the fields, father, here's a letter from 

our Pete ; 
And come to the front door, mother — here's a letter 

from thy dear son. 

* Lo, 'tis autumn: 

Lo, where the trees, deeper green, yellower and redder, 

Cool and sweeten Ohio's villages, with leaves fluttering 

in the moderate wind; 
Where apples ripe in the orchards hang, and grapes on 

the trellis' d vines; 
(Smell you the smell of the grapes on the vines? 
Smell you the buckwheat, where the bees were lately 

buzzing ?) 

"* Above all, lo, the sky, so calm, so transparent after 
the rain, and with wondrous clouds ; 

Below, too, all calm, all vital and beautiful — and the 
farm prospers well. 

i Down in the fields all prospers well ; 

But now from the fields come, father — come at the 

daughter's call ; 
And come to the entry, mother — to the front door come, 

light away. 

a Fast as she can she hurries — something ominous — 

her steps trembling; 
She does not tarry to smooth her white hair, nor adjust 

her cap. 


40 Drum-Taps. 

e Open the envelope quickly ; 

O this is not our son's writing, yet his name is sign'd; 

O a strange hand writes for our dear son — O stricken 

mother's soul ! 
All swims before her eyes — flashes with black — she 

catches the main words only; 
Sentences broken — gun-shot wound in the breast, cavalry 

skirmish, taken to hospital, 
At present low, but will soon be better. 

i Ah, now the single figure to me, 

Amid all teeming and wealthy Ohio, with all its cities 

and farms, 
Sickly white in the face and dull in the head, very faint, 
By the jamb of a door leans. 

a Grieve not so, dear mother, (the just-grown daughter 

speaks through her sobs; 
The little sisters huddle around, speechless and dis- 

See, dearest mother, the letter says Pete will soon be better. 

s Alas, poor boy, he will never he better, (nor may -be 

needs to be better, that brave and simple soul;) 
While they stand at home at the door, he is dead already ; 
The only son is dead. 

io But the mother needs to be better ; 

She, with thin form, presently drest in black ; 

By day her meals untouch'd — then at night fitfully 

sleeping, often waking, 
In the midnight waking, weeping, longing with one deep 

O that she might withdraw unnoticed — silent from life, 

escape and withdraw, 
To follow, to seek, to be with her dear dead son. 

Diu-ji-Tats. 41 

City of Ships. 

City of ships ! 

(() tlm black ships '. O the fierce ships ! 

the beautiful, sharp bow'd steam-ships and sail-ships!) 
City of the world ! (for all races are here ; 

All' the lands of the earth make contributions here;) 

City of the sea ! city of hurried and glittering tides ! 

City whose gleeful tides continually rush or recede, 
whirling in and out, with eddies and foam ! 

City of wharves and stores! city of tall tirades of mar- 
ble and iron ! 

Proud and passionate city! mettlesome, mad, extrava- 
gant city ! 

Spring up, O eity ! not for peace alone, but bo indeed 
yourself, warlike! 

Fear not ! submit to no models but your own, O city ! 

Behold me ! incarnate me, as I have incarnated you ! 

1 have rejected nothing you offer' d me — whom you 

adopted, I have adopted ; 
Good or bad, I never question you — I love all — I do 

not condemn anvthing ; 
I chant and celebrate all that is yours — yet peace no 

more ; 
In peace I chanted peace, but now the drum of war is 

mine ; 
War, red war, is my song through your streets, O city . 


I see the sleeping babe, nestling the breast of its 

mother ; 
The sleeping mother and babe — hush'd, I study them 

long and long. 

4-2 Drum-Taps. 

Vigil strange I kept on the 


Vigil strange I kept on the field one night, 

When you, my son and my comrade, dropt at my side 

that day, 
One look I but gave, which your dear eyes retum'd, 

with a look I shall never forget ; 
One touch of your hand to mine, O boy, reach'd up as 

you lay on the ground ; 
Then onward I sped in the battle, the even-contested 

battle ; 
Till late in the night reliev'd, to the place at last again I 

made my way; 
Found you in death so cold, dear comrade — found your 

body, son of responding kisses, (never again on 

earth responding ; ) 
Bared your face in the starlight — curious the scene — 

cool blew the moderate night-wind; 
Long there and then in vigil I stood, dimly around roe 

the battle-field spreading ; 
Vigil wondrous and vigil sweet, there in the fragrant 

silent night ; 
But not a tear fell, not even a long-drawn sigh — Long, 

long I gazed ; 
Then on the earth partially reclining, sat by your side. 

leaning my chin in my h;mds ; 
Passing sweet hours, immortal and mystic hours with 

you, dearest comrade — Not a tear, not a word : 
Vigil of silence, love and death — vigil for you, my son 

and my soldier, 
As onward silently stars aloft, eastward new ones up- 
ward stole ; 
Vigil final for you, brave boy, (I could not save you, 

swift was your death. 

Drum-Taps. 43 

I faithfully loved you and cared for you living — I think 

we shall surely meet again:) 
Till at latest lingering of the night, indeed just as the 

dawn appear'd, 
My comrade I wrapt in his blanket, envelop'd well his 

Folded the blanket well, tucking it carefully over head, 

and carefully under feet ; 
And there and then, and bathed by the rising sun, my 

son in his grave, in his rude-dug grave I de- 
posited ; 
Ending my vigil strange with (hat — vigil of night and 

battle-field dim ; 
Vigil for boy of responding kisses, (never again on earth 

responding ;) 
Vigil for comrade swiftly slain — vigil I never forget, 

how as day brighten' d, 
I rose from the chill ground, and folded my soldier well 

in his blanket, 
And buried him where lie fell. 


Bathed in war's perfume — delicate flag 1 

to hear you call the sailors and the soldiers! flag like 

a beautiful woman ! 
to hear the tramp, tramp, of a million answering men ! 

O the ships they arm with joy! 
O to see you leap and beckon from the tall masts of 

ships ! 
O to see you peering down on the sailors on the decks! 
Flag like the eyes of women. 

14 Drum-Taps. 



A march in the ranks hard-prest, and the road unknown ; 
A route through a heavy wood, with muffled steps in the 

darkness ; 
Our army foil'd with loss severe, and the sullen remnant 

retreating ; 
Till after midnight glimmer upon us, the lights of a 

dim-lighted building ; 
We come to an open space in the woods, and halt by the 

dim-lighted building ; 
'Tis a large old church, at the crossing roads — 'tis now 

an impromptu hospital ; 
— Entering but for a minute, I see a sight beyond all 

the pictures and poems ever made : 
Shadows of deepest, deepest black, just lit by moving 

candles and lamps, 
And by one great pitchy torch, stationary, with wild red 

flame, and clouds of smoke ; 
By these, crowds, groups of forms, vaguely I see, on the 

floor, some in the pews laid down ; 
At my feet more distinctly, a soldier, a mere lad, in 

danger of bleeding to death, (he is shot in the ab- 
I staunch the blood temporarily, (the youngster's face is 

white as a lily ; ) 
Then before I depart I sweep my eyes o'er the scene, 

fain to absorb it all ; 
Faces, varieties, postures beyond description, most in 

obscurity, some of them dead; 
Surgeons operating, attendants holding lights, the smell 

of ether, the odor of blood ; 

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The crowd, O the crowd of the bloody forms of soldiers 

— the yard outside also fill'd; 
Some on the bare ground, some on planks or stretchers, 

some in the death-spasm sweating ; 
An occasional scream or cry, the doctor's shouted orders 

or calls ; 
The glisten of the little steel instruments catching the 

glint of the torches ; 
These I resume as I chant — I see again the forms, I 

smell the odor ; 
Then hear outside the orders given, Fall in, my -men, 

Fall in ; 
But first I bend to the dying lad — his eyes open — a 

half-smile gives he me ; 
Then the eyes close, calmly close, and I speed forth to 

the darkness, 
Resuming, marching, as ever in darkness marching, on 

in the ranks, 
The unknown road still marching. 

Long, too long, O land. 

Loxo, too long, O land, 

Traveling roads all even and peaceful, you learn' d from 
joys and prosperity only ; 

But now, ah now, to learn from crises of anguish — ad- 
vancing, grappling with direst fate, and recoiling 

And now to conceive, and show to the world, what your 
children en-masse really are : 

(For who except myself has yet conceived what your 
children en-masse really are'O 

46 Dkum-Taps. 


' A sight in camp in the day-break grey and dim, 
As from my tent I emerge so early, sleepless, 
As slow I walk in the cool fresh ah-, the path near by 

the hospital-tent. 
Three forms I see on stretchers lying, brought out there, 

untended lying, 
Over each the blanket spread, ample brownish woolen 

Grey and heavy blanket, folding, covering all. 

2 Curious, I halt, and silent stand ; 
Then witli light fingers I from the face of the nearest. 

the first, just lift the blanket : 
"Who arc you, elderly man so gaunt and grim, with 

well-grey'd hair, and flesh all sunken about the 

eyes '. 
Who are you, my dear comrade ? 

a Then to the second I step — And who are you, my 

child and darling'? 
Who are you, sweet boy, with cheeks yet blooming? 

* Then to the third — a face nor child, nor old, very 
calm, as of beautiful yellow- white ivory; 

Young man, I think I know you — I think this face of 
yours is the face of the Christ himself; 

Dead and divine, and brother of all, and here again he 


Through the ample open door of the peaceful country 

A sun-lit pasture field, with cattle and hors 


Give me the splendid silent 


Give me the splendid silent sun, with all his beams full- 
dazzling ; 
Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the 

orchard ; 
Give me a field where the unmow'd grass grows ; 
Give me an arbor, give me the trellis' d grape ; 
Give me fresh corn and wheat — give me serene-moving 

animals, teaching content ; 
Give me nights perfectly quiet, as on high plateaus west 

of the Mississippi, and I looking up at the stars ; 
Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers, 

where I can walk undisturb'd ; 
Give me for marriage a sweet-breath' d woman, of whom 

I should never the ; 
Give me a perfect child — give me, away, aside from the 

noise of the world, a rural domestic life ; 
Give me to warble spontaneous songs, reliev'd, recluse 

by myself, for my own ears only ; 
Give me solitude — give me Nature — give me again, 

O Nature, your primal sanities ! 
— These, demanding to have them, (tired with ceaseless 

excitement, and rack'd by the war-strife;) 
These to procure, incessantly asking, rising in cries from 

my heart, 
While yet incessantly asking, still I adhere to my city ; 
Bay upon day, and year upon year, city, walking 

your streets, 
Where you hold me enchain'd a certain time, refusing 

to give me up ; 
Yet giving to make me glutted, enrich' d of soul — you 

give me forever faces ; 


(O I see what I sought to escape, confronting, reversing 

my cries ; 
I see my own soul trampling down what it ask'd for.) 

Keep your splendid silent sun ; 

Keep your woods, O Nature, and the quiet places by 
the woods ; 

Keep your fields of clover and timothy, and your corn- 
fields and orchards ; 

Keep the blossoming buckwheat fields, where the Ninth- 
month bees hum ; 

Give me faces and streets ! give me these phantoms in- 
cessant and endless along the trottoirs ! 

Give me interminable eyes ! give me women ! give me 
comrades and lovers by the thousand ! 

Let me see new ones every day ! let me hold new ones 
by the hand every day ! 

Give me such shows ! give me the streets of Manhattan ! 

Give me Broadway, with the soldiers marching — give 
me the sound of the trumpets and drums ! 

(The soldiers in companies or regiments — some, starting 
away, fiush'd and reckless ; 

Some, their time up, returning, with thinn'd ranks — ■ 
young, yet very old, worn, marching, noticing 

— Give me the shores and the wharves heavy-fringed 
with the black ships ! 

O such for me ! O an intense life ! O full to repletion, 
and varied ! 

The life of the theatre, bar-room, huge hotel, for me! 

The saloon of the steamer ! the crowded excursion for 
me ! the torch-light procession ! 

The dense brigade, bound for the war, with high piled 
military wagons following; 

People, endless, streaming, with strong voices, passions, 
pageants ; 

Manhattan streets, with their powerful throbs, with the 
beating drums, as now ; 

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The endless and noisy chorus, the rustle and clank of 
muskets, (even the sight of the wounded;) 

Manhattan crowds with their turbulent musical chorus 
— with varied chorus and light of the sparkling 

Manhattan faces and eyes forever for me. 

Over the carnage rose prophetic 


i Over the carnage rose prophetic a voice. 

Be not dishearten'd — Affection shall solve the problems 

of Freedom yet ; 
Those who love each other shall become invincible — 

they shall yet make Columbia victorious. 

i Sons of the Mother of All ! you shall yet be victo- 
rious ! 

You shall yet laugh to scorn the attacks of all the re- 
mainder of the earth. 

■i No danger shall balk Columbia's lovers ; 
If need be" a thousand shall sternly immolate themselves 
for one. 

* One from Massachusetts shall be a Missourian's com- 
rade ; 

From Maine and from hot Carolina, and another an Orc- 
gonese, shall be friends triune, 

More precious to each other than all the riches of the 

50 Dkum-Taps. 

f> To Michigan, Florida perfumes shall tenderly come ; 
Not the perfumes of flowers, but sweeter, and waited 
beyond death. 

e It shall be customary in the houses and streets to see 

manly affection ; 
The most dauntless and rude shall touch face to face 

lightly ; 
The dependence of Liberty shall be lovers, 
The continuance of Equality shall be comrades. 

i These shall tie you and band you stronger than hoops 

of iron ; 
I, extatic, O partners! O lands! with the love of lovers 

tie you. 

« Were you looking to be held together by the lawyers ? 
Or by an agreement on a paper ? or by arms ! 
— Nay — -nor the world, nor any living thing, will so 

Did you ask dulcet rhymes 


Did you ask dulcet rhymes from me? 

Did you find what I sang erewhile so hard to follow, 

to understand 1 ? 
Why I was not singing erewhile for you to follow, to 

understand — nor am I now ; 
■ — What to such as you, anyhow, such a poet as I ? 

— therefore leave my works, 
And go lull yourself with what you can understand ; 
For I lull nobody — and you will never understand me. 


Year of Meteors. 


Teak of meteors ! brooding year ! 

I would bind in words retrospective, some of your deeds 

and signs ; 
I would sing your contest for the 19th Presidentiad ; 
I would sing how an old man, tall, with white hair, 

mounted the scaffold in Virginia ; 
(I was at hand — silent I stood, with teeth shut close — I 

watch' d ; 
I stood very near you, old man, when cool and indiffer- 
ent, but trembling with age and your unheal' d 

wounds, you mounted the scaffold;) 
I would sing in my copious song your census returns of 

The States, 
The tables of population and products — I would sing of 

your ships and their cargoes, 
The proud black ships of Manhattan, arriving, some 

fill' cl with immigrants, some from the isthmus 

with cargoes of gold ; 
Songs thereof would I sing — to all that hitherward 

comes would I welcome give ; 
And you would I sing, fair stripling ! welcome to you 

from me, sweet boy of England ! 
Remember you surging Manhattan's crowds, as you 

passed with your cortege of nobles ? 
There in the crowds stood I, and singled you out with 

attachment ; 
I know not why, but I loved you . . . (and so go forth 

little song, 
Far over sea speed like an arrow, carrying my love all 


52 Drdm-Taus. 

And find in his palace the youth I love, and drop these 
lines at his feet ;) 

— Nor forget I to sing of the wonder, the ship as she 

swam up my bay, 

Well-shaped and stately the Great Eastern swam up my 
bay, she was GOO feet long, 

Her moving swiftly, surrounded by myriads of small 
craft, I forget not to sing ; 

Nor the comet that came unannounced, out of the north, 
flaring in heaven, 

Nor the strange huge meteor procession, dazzling' and 
clear, shooting over our heads, 

(A moment, a moment long, it sail'd its balls of unearth- 
ly light over our heads, 

Then departed, dropt in the night, and was gone;) 

— Of such, and fitful as they, I sing — with gleams from 

them would I gleam and patch these chants ; 
Your chants, O year all mottled with evil and good ! 

year of forebodings \ year of the youth I love! 
Year of comets and meteors transient and strange ! — lo I 

even here, one equally transient and strange ! 
As I nit through you hastily, soon to fall and be gone, 

what is this book, 
What am I myself but one of your meteors? 


On my northwest coast. in the midst of the night, a 
fishermen's group stands watching ; 

Out on the lake, expanding before them, others are 
spearing salmon ; 

The canoe, a dim and shadowy thing, moves across the 
black water, 

Bearing a Torch a-blaze at the prow. 


Years of the unperform'd. 

Tears of the unperform'd ! your horizon rises — I see it 
parting away for more august dramas ; 

I see not America only — I see not only Liberty's nation, 
but other nations preparing; 

I see tremendous entrances and exits — I see new com- 
binations — I see the solidarity of races; 

I see that force advancing with irresistible power on the 
world's stage ; 

(Have the old forces played their parts? are the acts 
suitable to them closed 1) 

I see Freedom, completely arm'd, and victorious, and 
very haughty, with Law by her side, both issuing 
forth against the idea of caste ; 

— What historic denouements are these we so rapidly 
approach ? 

I see men marching and countermarching by swift mil- 
lions ; 

I see the frontiers and boundaries of the old aristocracies 
broken ; 

I see the landmarks of European kings removed ; 

I see this day the People -beginning their landmarks, {nil 
others give way ;) 

Never were such sharp questions ask' d as this day; 

Never was average man, his soul, more energetic, more 
like a God ; 

Lo, how he urges and urges, leaving the masses no 
rest ; 

His daring foot is on land and sea everywhere — he col- 
onizes the Pacific, the archipelagoes ; 

With the steam-ship, the electric telegraph, the news- 
paper, the wholesale engines of war, 

With these, and the world-spreading factories, he inter- 
links all geography, all lands ; 


— What whispers are these, O lands, running ahead of 
you, passing under the seas'? 

Are all nations communing ? is there going to be but 
one heart to the globe? 

Is humanity forming, en-masse ? — for lo ! tyrants trem- 
ble, crowns grow dim ; 

The earth, restive, confronts a new era, perhaps a gen- 
eral divine war ; 

No one knows what will happen next — such portents 
fill the days and nights; 

Years prophetical '- the space ahead as I walk, as I vain- 
ly try to pierce it, is full of phantoms ; 

Unborn deeds, tilings soon to be, project their shapes 
around me; 

This incredible rush and heat — this strange extactic 
fever of dreams, O years ! 

Your dreams, O years, how they penetrate through me ! 
(I know not whether I sleep or wake!) 

The perform'd America and Europe grow dim, retiring 
in shadow behind me, 

The unperform'd, more gigantic than ever, advance, ad- 
vance upon me. 


Year that trembled and reel'd beneath me! 

Your summer wind was warm enough — yet the air T 

breathed froze me ; 

A thick gloom fell through the sunshine and darken'd 
me ; 

Must I change my triumphant songs'? said I to myself; 

Must I indeed learn to chant the cold dirges of the bat- 

And sullen hymns of defeat"? 


The Veteran's Vision. 

While my wife at my side lies slumbering, and the wars 

are over long, 
And my head on the pillow rests at home, and the mys- 
tic midnight passes, 
And through the stillness, through the dark, I hear, just 

hear, the breath of my infant, 
There in the room, as I wake from sleep, this vision 

presses upon me : 
The engagement opens there and then, in my busy brain 

unreal ; 
The skirmishers begin — they crawl cautiously ahead — 

I hear the irregular snap! snap! 
I hear the sounds of the different missiles — the shoVt 

t-h-t ! t-h-t ! of the rifle balls ; 
I see the shells exploding, leaving small white clouds — 

I hear the great shells shrieking as they pass ; 
The grape, like the hum and whirr of wind through the 

trees, (quick, tumultuous, now the contest rages!) 
All the scenes at the batteries themselves rise in detail 

before me again ; 
The crashing and smoking — the pride of the men in 

their pieces ; 
The chief gunner ranges and sights his piece, and selects 

a fuse of the right time ; 
After firing, I see him lean aside, and look eagerly off 

to note the effect ; 
— Elsewhere I hear the cry of a regiment charging — 

(the young colonel leads himself this time, with 

brandish'd sword ;) 
I see the gaps cut by the enemy's volleys, (quickly 

fill'd up — no delay ;) 
I breathe the suffocating smoke — then the flat clouds 

hover low, concealing all ; 

§6 Dkum-Tafs. 

Now a strange lull comes for a few seconds, not a shot 

fired on either side ; 
Then resumed, the chaos louder than ever, with eager 

calls, and orders of officers ; 
"While from some distant part of the field the wind wafts 

to my ears a shout of applause, (some special 

success ;) 
And ever the sound of the cannon, far or near, (rousing, 

even in dreams, a devilish exultation, and all the 

old mad joy, in the depths of my soul ;) 
And ever the hastening of infantry shitting positions — 

_ batteries, cavalry, moving hither and thither ; 
(The falling, dying, I heed not — the wounded, dripping 

and red, I heed not — some to the rear are hob- 
Grime, heat, rush — aid-de-camps galloping by, or on a 

full run ; 
With the patter of small arms, the warning s-s-t of the 

rifles, (these in my vision I hear or see,) 
And bombs bursting in air, and at night the vari-color'd 



O tan-faced prairie-boy ! 

Before you came to camp, came many a welcome gift; 

Praises and presents came, and nourishing food — till at 

last among (lie recruits, 
You came, taciturn, with nothing to give — we but 

look'd on each other, ' 
When lo! more than all the gifts of the world, you 

gave me. 

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Camps of Green. 

i Not alone our camps of white, O soldiers, 
When, as order'd forward, after a long march, 
Footsore and weary, soon as the light lessens, we halt 

for the night; 
Some of us so fatigued, carrying the gun and knapsack, 

dropping asleep in our tracks ; 
Others pitching the little tents, and the fires lit up begin 

to sparkle ; 
Outposts of pickets posted, surrounding, alert through 

the dark, 
And a word provided for countersign, careful for safety ; 
Till to the call of the drummers at daybreak loudly 

beating the drums, 
We rise up refresh'd, the night and sleep pass'd over, 

and resume our journey, 
Or proceed to battle. 

* Lo ! the camps of the tents of green, 

Which the days of peace keep filling, and the days of 

war keep filling, 
With a mystic army, (is it too order' d forward % is it too 

only halting awhile, 
Till night and sleep pass over ?) 

s Now in those camps of green — in their tents dotting 
the world ; 

In the parents, children, husbands, wives, in them — 
in the old and young, 

Sleeping under the sunlight, sleeping under the moon- 
light, content and silent there at last, 

Behold the mighty bivouac-field, and waiting-camp of 
us and ours and all, 

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Of our corps and generals all, and the President over the 

corps and generals all, 
And of each of us, O soldiers, and of each and all in the 

ranks we fight, 

(There without hatred we shall all meet.) 

* For presently, O soldiers, we too camp in our place 

in the bivouac-camps of green ; 
But we need not provide for outposts, nor word for 

the countersign, 
Nor drummer to beat the morning drum. 


i As toilsomk I wander'd Virginia's woods, 

To the music of rustling leaves, kick'd by my feet, (for 

'twas autumn.) 
I mark'd at the foot of a tree the grave of a soldier; 
Mortally wounded he, and buried on the retreat, (easily 

all could I understand;) 
The halt of a mid-day hour, when up ! no time to lose 

— yet this sign left, 
'On a tablet scrawl' d and nail'd on the tree by the grave, 
Bold, cautious, true, and my loving comrade, 

-■ Long, long I muse, then on my way go wandering : 
Many a changeful season to follow, and many a scene of 

Yet at times through changeful season and scene, abrupt, 

alone, or in the crowded street. 
Comes before me the unknown soldier's grave — comes 

the inscription rude in Virginia's woods, 
Bold, cautious, true, and my loving comrade. 

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Hymn of Dead Soldiers. 

i One breath, O my silent soul, 

A perfum'd thought — no more I ask, for the sake of all 
dead soldiers. 

a Buglers off in my armies ! 

At present I ask not you to sound ; 

Not at the head of my cavalry, all on their spirited 

With their sabres drawn and glist'ning, and carbines 
clanking by their thighs — (ah, my brave horse- 
men ! 

My handsome, tan-faced horsemen ! what life, what joy 
and pride, 

With all the perils, were yours !) 

3 Nor you drummers — neither at reveille, at dawn, 
Nor the long roll alarming the camp — nor even the 

muffled beat for a burial ; 
Nothing from yon, this time, O drummers, bearing my 

warlike drums. 

* But aside from these, and the crowd's hurrahs, and 

the land's congratulations, 
Admitting around me comrades close, unseen by the 

the rest, and voiceless, 
I chant this chant of my silent soul, in the name of all 

dead soldiers. 

& Faces so pale, with wondrous eyes, very dear, gather 

closer yet ; 
Draw close, but speak not. 

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r Phantoms, welcome, divine and tender ! 
Invisible to the rest, henceforth become my compan- 
ions ; 
Follow me ever! desert me not, while I live. 

■ Sweet are the blooming cheeks of the living ! sweet 

are the musical voices sounding ! 
But sweet, ah sweet, are the dead, with their silent eyes. 

b Dearest comrades ' all now is over ; 

But love is not over — and what love, O comrades ! 

Perfume from battle-fields rising — up from fcetor 


!> Perfume therefore my chant, O love ! immortal Love ! 
Give me to bathe the memories of all dead soldiers. 

10 Perfume all ! make all wholesome ' 

O love! O chant! solve all with the last chemistry. 

11 Give me exhaustless — make me a fountain, 
That I exhale love from me wherever I go, 
For the sake of all dead soldiers. 


Lo ! the unbounded sea ! 

On its breast a Ship, spreading all her sails — an ample 

Ship, carrying even her moonsails ; 
The pennant is flying aloft, as she speeds, she 

speeds so stately — below, emulous waves press 

They surround the Ship, with shining curving motions, 

and foam. 

A Broadway Pageant. 

i Over sea, hither from Niphon, 
Courteous, the Princes of Asia, swart-cheek' d princes, 
First-comers, guests, two-sworded princes, 
Lesson-giving princes, leaning back in their open ba- 
rouches, bare-headed, impassive, 
This day they ride through Manhattan. 

■i Libertad ! 

I do not know whether others behold what I behold, 

In the procession, along with the Princes of Asia, the 

Bringing up the rear, hovering above, around, or in the 

ranks marching ; 
But I will sing you a song of what I behold, Libertad. 

3 When million-footed Manhattan, unpent, descends to 

its pavements ; 
When the thunder-cracking guns arouse me with the 

proud roar I love ; 
When the round-mouth'd guns, out of the smoke and 

smell I love, spit their salutes ; 
When the fire-flashing guns have fully alerted me — 

■when heaven-clouds canopy my city with a 

delicate thin haze ; 
When, gorgeous, the countless straight stems, the for- 
ests at the wharves, thicken with colors ; 
When every ship, richly drest, carries her flag at the 

peak ; 
When pennants trail, and street-festoons hang from the 

windows : 

62 Drum-Taps. 

When Broadway is entirely given up lo foot-passengers 

and fbot-standers — when the mass is densest; 
When the facades of the houses are alive with people — 

when eyes gaze, riveted, tens of thousands at a 

time ; 
When the guests from the islands advance — - when the 

pageant moves forward, visible ; 
When the summons is made — when the answer that 

waited thousands of years, answers ; 
I too, arising, answering, descend to the pavements, 

merge with the crowd, and gaze with them. 

* Superb-faced Manhattan ! 

Comrade Americanos ! — to us, then, at last, the Orient 

a To us, my city, 

Where our tall-topt marble and iron beauties range on 

opposite sides — to walk in the space between, 
To-day our Antipodes comes. 

« The Originatress comes, 

The land of Paradise — land of the Caucasus — the nest 

of birth. 
The nest of languages, the bequeather of poems, the 

race of eld, 
Florid with blood, pensive, rapt with musings, hot with 

Sultry with perfume, with ample and flowing garments, 
With sunburnt visage, with intense soul and glittering 

The race of Brahma comes ! 

' See, my cantabile! these, and more, are flashing to us 

from the procession ; 
As it moves, changing, a kaleidoscope divine it moves, 

changing, before us. 

* Not the errand-ben ring princes, nor the tann'd Japa- 
nee only: 

Drum-Taps. 63 

Lithe and silent, the Hindoo appears — the whole Asiatic 
continent itself appears — the Past, the dead, 

The murky night-morning of wonder and fable, inscruta- 

The envelop' d mysteries, the old and unknown hive- 

The North — the sweltering South — Assyria — the 
Hebrews — the Ancient of ancients, 

Vast desolated cities — the gliding Present — all of 
these, and more, are in the pageant-procession. 

» Geography, the world, is in it; 

The Great Sea, the brood of islands, Polynesia, the coast 

beyond ; 
The coast you, henceforth, arc facing — you Libertad! 

from your Western golden shores ; 
The countries there, with their populations — the mil- 
lions en-masse, are curiously here ; 
The swarming market places — the temples, with idols 

ranged along the sides, or at the end — bonze, 

brahmin, and lama ; 
The mandarin, farmer, merchant, mechanic, and fisher- 
The singing-girl and the dancing-girl — the ecstatic 

person — the divine Buddha ; 
The secluded Emperors — Confucius himself — the 

great poets and heroes — the warriors, the castes, 

Trooping up, crowding from all directions — from the 

Altay mountains, 
From Thibet — from the four winding and far-flowing 

rivers of China, 
From the Southern peninsulas, and the demi-continental 

islands — from Malaysia ; 
These, and whatever belongs to them, palpable, show 

forth to me, and are seiz'd by me, 
And I am seiz'd by them, and friendlily held by them, 
Till, as here, them all I chant, Libertad! for themselves 

and for you. 

64 Drum-Taps. 

10 For I too, raising my voice, join the ranks of this 
pageant ; 

I am the chanter — I chant aloud over the pageant ; 

I chant the world on my Western Sea ; 

I chant, copious, the islands beyond, thick as stars in 
the sky ; 

I chant the new empire, grander than any before — As 
in a vision it comes to me ; 

I chant America, the Mistress — I chant a greater su- 
premacy ; 

I chant, projected, a thousand blooming cities yet, in 
time, on those groups of sea-islands : 

I chant my sail-ships and steam-ships threading the ar- 
chipelagoes ; 

I chant my stars and stripes fluttering in the wind ; 

I chant commerce opening, the sleep of ages having 
done its work — races, reborn, refresh'd ; 

Lives, works, resumed — The object I know not — but 
the old, the Asiatic, resumed, as it must be, 

Commencing from this day, surrounded by the world. 

ii And you, Libertad of the world ! 

You shall sit in the middle, well-pois'd, thousands of 
years ; 

As to-day, from one side, the Princes of Asia come to 
you : 

As to-morrow, from the other side, the Queen of Eng- 
land sends her eldest son to you. 

u The sign is reversing, the orb is enclosed, 
The ring is circled, the journey is done ; 
The box-lid is but perceptibly open'd — nevertheless the 
perfume pours copiously out of the whole box. 

is Young Libertad ! 

With the venerable Asia, the all-mother. 
Be considerate with her, now and ever, hot Libertad — 
for you are all ; 

Drum-Tafs. Go 

Bend your proud neck to the long-off mother, now 
sending messages over the archipelagoes to you ; 
Bend your proud neck low for once, young Libertad. 

u Were the children straying westward so long ? so 
wide the tramping ? 

Were the precedent dim ages debouching westward 
from Paradise so long % 

Were the centuries steadily footing it that way, all the 
while unknown, for you, for reasons 1 

They are justified — they. are accomplish^ — they shall 
now be turn'd the other way also, to travel to- 
ward you thence ; 

They shall now also march obediently eastward, for 
your sake, Libertad. 


Flag of stars! thick-sprinkled bunting! 

Long yet your road, fateful flag! — long yet your road, 

and lined with bloody death ! 
For the prize I see at issue, at last is the world ' 
All its ships and shores I see, interwoven with your 

threads, greedy banner ! 
— Dream' d again the flags of kings, highest borne, to 

flaunt unrivall'd? 
O hasten, flag of man ! O with sure and steady step, 

passing highest flags of kings, 
Walk supreme to the heavens, mighty symbol — run up 

above them all, 
Flag 5f stars! thick sprinkled bunting! 



i Far hence, amid an isle of wondrous beauty, 

Crouching over a grave, an .indent sorrowful mother, 

Once a queen — now lean and tatter'd, seated on the 

Her old white hair drooping dishevel'd round her shoul- 
ders ; 

At her feet fallen an unused royal harp, 

Long silent — she too long silent — mourning her shroud- 
ed hope and heir ; 

Of all the earth her heart most full of sorrow, because 
most full of love. 

> Yet a word, ancient mother; 

You need crouch there no longer on the cold ground, 

with forehead between your knees ; 
O you need not sit there, veil'd in your old white 

hair, so dishevel'd ; 
For know you, the one you mourn is not in that grave ; 
It was an illusion — the heir, the son you love, was not 

really dead ; 
The Lord is not dead — lie is risen again, young and 

strong, in another country: 
Even while you wept there by your fallen harp, by the 

What you wept for, was translated, pass'd from the 

The winds favor'd, and the sea sail'd it. 
And now with rosy and new blood, 
Moves to-day in a new country. 

Look down, fair moon, and bathe this scene ; 
Pour softly down night's nimbus floods, on faces ghast- 
ly, swollen, purple ; 
On the dead, on their backs, with their arms toss'd wide, 
Pour down your unstinted nimbus, sacred moon. 



Out of the rolling ocean, the 


Out of the rolling ocean, the crowd, came a drop gently 

to me, 
Whispering, I love you, before long I die, 
I have trave.Vd a long way, merely to look on you, to touch you, 
For I could not die till I once look'd on you, 
For Ifeai-'d I might afterward lose you, 


(Now we have met, we have look'd, we are safe; 

Return in peace to the ocean my love ; 

I too am part of that ocean, my love — we are not so 
much separated ; 

Behold the great rondure — the cohesion of all, how per- 

But as for me, for you, the irresistible sea is to separ- 
ate us, 

As for an hour carrying us diverse — yet cannot carry 
us diverse for ever ; 

Be not impatient — a little space — know you, I salute 
the air, the ocean and the land, 

Every day, at sundown, for your dear sake, my love.) 


Would, take good notice, silver stars fading, 
Milky hue ript, weft of white detaching, 
Coals thirty-six, baleful and burning, 
Scarlet, significant, hands off warning, 
Now and henceforth Haunt from these shores. 



I saw old General at bay; 

(Old as he was, his grey eyes yet shone out in battle 

like stars;) 
His small force was now completely hemmed in, in Ins 

works ; 
He call'd for volunteers to run the enemy's lines — a 

desperate emergency; 
I saw a hundred and more step forth from the ranks 

but two or three were selected ; 
I saw them receive their orders aside — they listen'd 

with care — the adjutant was very grave ; 
I saw them depart with cheerfulness, freely risking their 



Others may praise what they like ; 

But I, from the banks of the running Missouri, praise 

nothing, in art, or aught else, 
Till it has breathed well the atmosphere of this river — 

also the western prairie-scent, 
And fully exudes it again. 


Solid, ironical, rolling orb ! 

Master of all, and matter of fact ! — at last I accept your 

terms ; 
Bringing to practical, vulgar tests, of all my ideal 

And of me, as lover and hero. 

Drum-Taps. CO 


A. L. busied April 19, 1865. 

i Hush'd be the camps to-day ; 
And, soldiers, let us drape our war-worn weapons ; 
And each, with musing soul retire, to celebrate, 
Our dear commander's death. 

■; No more for him life's stormy conflicts ; 

Nor victory, nor defeat — No more time's dark events, 

Chai'ging like ceaseless clouds across the sky. 

a But sing, poet, in our name : 

Sing of the love we bore him — because you, dweller in 
camps, know it truly. 

t Sing, to the lower'd coffin there ; 

Sing, with the shovel'd clods that fill the grave — a 

For the heavy hearts of soldiers. 


Weave in ! weave in, my hardy life ! 

Weave, weave a soldier strong and full, for great cam- 
paigns to come ; 

Weave in red blood ! weave sinews in, like ropes ! the 
senses, sight weave in ! 

Weave lasting sure ! weave day and night the weft, the 
warp ! incessant weave ! tire not ! 

(We know not what the use, O life ! nor know the aim, 
the end — nor really aught we know ; 

But know the work, the need goes on, and shall go 
on — the death-envelop' d march of peace as well 
as war, goes on;) 

For great campaigns of peace the same, the wiry 
. threads to weave ; 

We know not why or what, yet weave, forever weave. 



Turn, Libertad, no more doubting ; 

Turn from lands retrospective, recording proofs of the 

From the singers that sing the trailing glories of the 

From the chants of the feudal world — ■ the triumphs of 

kings, slavery, caste ; 
Turn to the world, the triumphs reserv'd and to come — 

give up that backward world ; 
Leave to the singers of hitherto — give them the trailing 

past : 
But what remains, remains for singers for you ■ — wars 

to come are for you ; 
(Lo! how the wars of the past have duly inured to you 

— and the wars of the present shall also inure :) 
— Then turn, and be not alarm' d, O Libertad — turn 

your undying face, 
To where the future, greater than all the past, 
Is swiftly, surely preparing for you. 


I see before me now, a traveling army halting ; 

Below, a fertile valley spread, with barns, and the orch- 
ards of summer ; 

Behind, the terraced sides of a mountain, abrupt in 
places, rising high ; 

Broken, with, rocks, with clinging cedars, with tall 
shapes, dingily seen ; 

The numerous camp-fires scatter' d near and far, some 
away up on the mountain ; 

The shadowy forms of men and horses, looming, large- 
sized, flickering; 

And over all, the sky — the sky I far, far out of reach, 
studded with the eternal stars. 

Dklm-Taps. 7 1 


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Pensive, on her dead gazing, I heard the Mother of All, 
Desperate, on the torn bodies, on the forms covering the 

battle-fields gazing ; 
As she call'd to her earth with mournful voice while she 

stalk' d : 
Absorb them well, O my earth, she cried — I charge you, 

lose not ray sons ! lose not an atom ; 
And you streams, absorb them well, taking their dear 

blood ; 

And yon local spots, and you airs that swim above 

And all you essences of soil and growth — and you, O 
my rivers' depths ; 

And you mountain sides — and the woods where my 
dear children's blood, trickling, redden'd ; 

And you trees, down in your roots, to bequeath to all 
future trees, 

My dead absorb — my young men's beautiful bodies ab- 
sorb — and their precious, precious, precious 
blood ; 

Which holding in trust for me, faithfully back again give 
me, many a year hence, 

In unseen essence and odor of surface and grass, centu- 
ries hence ; 

In blowing airs from the fields, back again give me my 
darlings — give my immortal heroes ; 

Exhale me them centuries hence — breathe me their 
breath — let not an atom be lost ; 

O years and graves ! O ah- and soil !■ O my dead, an 
aroma sweet ! 

Exhale them perennial, sweet death, years, centuries 



Not youth pertains to me, 

Nor delicatesse — I cannot beguile the time with talk ; 
Awkward in the parlor, neither a dancer nor elegant ; 
In the learn'd coterie sitting constraint! and still — for 

learning inures not to me ; 
Beauty, knowledge, fortune, inure not to me — yet 

there are two things inure to me ; 
I have nourish' d the wounded, and sooth' d many a 

dying soldier ; 
And at intervals I have strung together a few songs, 
Fit for war, and the life of the camp. 


72 Drum-Taps. 


Not youth pertains to me, 

Nor delieatesse — I cannot beguile the time with talk ; 
Awkward in the parlor, neither a dancer nor elegant ; 
In the learn' d coterie sitting constrain' d and still — for 

learning inures not to me ; 
Beauty, knowledge, fortune, inure not to me — yet 

there are two things inure to me ; 
I have nourish'd the wounded, and sooth'd many a 

dying soldier ; 
And at intervals I have strung together a few songs, 
Fit for war, and the life of the camp. 


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